missing my babies...

Tonight at church (at the evening service), I'm doing my talk on my experiences of South Africa. As a result of this, I've spent the last few days looking at lots of my pictures and videos from South Africa. I thought this would get easier as time went by, but it's actually getting harder. I knew coming home away from the children who were, in my mind, essentially my own, would be very difficult, but I didn't expect it to be so painful for over a month afterwards.

Just thinking about how far away those kids are now and with different volunteers brings tears to my eyes and it's made me realize how much I've repressed the grief I feel over leaving recently. I'm really hurting at the moment because of how much I miss the children (and other volunteers, to a slightly lesser extent). I think it's important for me to acknowledge that right now, and try to work through it...

Right now, I'm going to focus on getting through tonight without breaking down in the middle of my presentation...because looking at my pictures and particularly the videos stirs up such powerful emotions at the minute.